The   Train    Is   A   Dashing    Arrow 
 Over               The              Sea. 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 Look    Closer   -   It'S   Not   Water. 
                                    
                                  
                                    
 The Lowland  Which Was Once  The Midriff 
 Of  Sweden.  The  Salt  Flats  Span  For 
 Hundreds Of Miles.  From  A  Narrow Line 
 Of  Hills The  Train Lowers Itself  Onto 
 The Crystals And  Shoots  North, Like  A 
 Syringe       Into       A       Baloon. 
                                  
                                
                                  
                                
                                  
 They  Call  It  The "Mandelbrot Crater", 
 And It Is The Rest Of A Mining Disaster. 
                                    
                                   
                                    
 Sun Hits  The  Four-Railed  Track, As It 
 Fractures  Into Villages  Or  Past Them. 
 The  People  Here Are  Pale  But  Crisp, 
 Reflections   Of   Some   Other    World 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 They  Always Seem A Bit Annoyed That You 
 Are   Manifesting  Them  Into   Physical 
 Form. Like  If  You  Weren'T Here,  They 
 Would  Be  Nothing  More  Than  The  Sun 
 Against           The           Platform